Page 43 of Allegiant

Fuck, not only am I going to get to watch him come, I’m going to taste it, experience it.

He pulls me off, my lips hovering right against his tip, spit glistening on the wet skin, and then he pushes me onto him once more, taking complete control. Yes. This is what I need, I think as he shoves in even farther, tunneling down my throat for a split second before pulling back.

I can’t look away from him.

He can’t look away from me.

Our eyes connect as he continues to fuck my throat.

And I just let him use me as he pistons his hips back and forth, his cock pushing in and out of my mouth as I take it all. My own cock aches between my legs, but I don’t reach for it, I just experience the pleasure of someone else taking control. Making me forget.

His movements speed up, his thrusts growing more blunt as he works himself in and out of my mouth. I hold on to his thighs, feeling a tremble move through the muscles there as he fights his orgasm.

I don’t want him to fight it though. I want him to give in.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck harder, and his eyes nearly droop closed as he continues to take.

A growl leaves him, and I feel his breathing grow more labored. A sense of pride washes through me at being the one to do this to him. To give him this pleasure.

Then he’s cursing, his hands twisting almost painfully in my hair as he jerks, his cum spilling down my throat. I swallow, consuming every drop until he sags slightly, pulling out of me.

My lips are sore, my throat bruised, but I just savor it.

“Fuck,” he murmurs as he reaches down and swipes my chin clean.

I see his release on his finger, and I grab his hand and bring it to my lips, lapping at it eagerly.

It makes his cheeks darken, his mouth part in surprise.

When I let him go, he stares down at his wet thumb and then brings it between his lips and tastes me.

I let out a small whimper, and he sinks back to the floor.

“Two days?” he asks, and I bob my head.

“Two days.”

“Fine.”

He leans forward and pulls me into a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth and tangling with my own. I gasp, my hands moving into his hair, pulling roughly as I slant my mouth over his.

When he pulls back, his lips are red, his chest heaving.

“Where’s your lube?” he asks, and I point with a shaking hand to the drawer just behind him.

“Does that mean you’re going to stay?”

“Yes. Two days. You’ll be distracted, I promise you that.”

I let out a small thank-you to the gods as he pulls the lube out and uncaps it.

“On your knees, Row. I’m going to make you come so many times you’re going to forget what day it is.”

Water splashes over the lip of the tub and onto the floor as I move, my entire body shaking with excitement.

Yes, this is what I need.

Just this.